Box Tops Whiter Shade Of Pale
We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels across the floor
I was feeling kind of seasick
The crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
So it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see
As I wandered through my playing cards
And could not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might just as well have been closed
So it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
So it was later
As the miller told his tale
That her face at first just ghostly
Turned a whiter shade of pale
